Apparently I’m in a controversy mood this month with another thought-provoking poem.
Traditions
Don’t change our ways
We need our traditions
Respect our forbearers
While the hanging rope swings from the tree
We have the right to bear arms
We have the right to be heard
We must preserve our history
While the hanging rope swings from the tree
That’s how it was always done
I don’t see the harm in it
Things don’t have to change
While the hanging rope swings from the tree
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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